Like a penitent pigeon, grief has settled again on the ledge; Molten moons have lingered and shone in vain on the ledge.
Tag: Ghazal
Afterwards
Afterwards, I shall be a mote swirling at your window,Without a breath, or a heartbeat, ringing at your window. Noon has stumbled through the crumbling buildings,Like a silence among the wooers singing at your window. Withering are the curses traded…
Wet Charcoal
Each night I bleed a little of my soul to her beauty,Silken words congeal into a mole to her beauty. A lone moon treads the vesper dust of day's end,The dying sun has left a veil of kohl to her…
The Winter of Tonight
Old lesions fester and seep in the cavern of tonight,Broken vows gather and weep in the cavern of tonight. A high wind sways the maimed tree of deodar,The axmen are crowned in the tavern of tonight. Upturned chairs wait not…
A Leaf by The Nightfall
Forgotten on the heath like a sheaf by the nightfall,The sea of love has withered on the reef by the nightfall. Happiness will recede with the beat of her footsteps,The dust will settle like a grief by the nightfall. A…
Only the Crows
The wind moans at my window like a ghost, only the woes;There are tears in the blue vase. No, not only the rose. The striptease of desires cheats the night like a Jezebel;For whom silken tresses weave a dream? Only…
Burning Monsters
They are burning effigies, it’s that time of the season, Ones in flesh and bones are hatching crimes of the season. Bandits from the barrens decree beheading of the infidel, And savour blinkered women over the wine of the season.…
I Knew I Shall Weep
Where walkways were fragrant with you, I shall weep, It was not till I left your city, I knew I shall weep. Affinity is at discount in the market of subsistence; There are thousands in the meandering queue, I shall…
The Cleaver of Oblivion
The Milky Way is white and frigid with the fever of oblivion; A billion suns will be battered by the cleaver of oblivion. Remember not the love songs lost nor the updraughts of passion; Drowned in a moat of disdain,…
Malice of Zinfandel
Silver grey on temple peaks is the fern of the New Year. The sun has grown wrinkles at the turn of the New Year. Candlelit stilettos turned sherry red in a nightclub, Istanbul is freshly dug cavern of the New…
A Byte of Moonshine
Sharpen now a crescent for the rite of moonshine, Bullets will not halt the flight of moonshine. Clouds germinate on the zephyrs from wet hills, The heart leaps windward with the kite of moonshine. I count my blessings over…
A Dewdrop Ghazal
Get me worms of silk for the runes and a dewdrop, Seven folds of veil for a cocoon and a dewdrop. The mirror is in youth, and the jasmine in bloom, Smoky is the kohl like the moon in a…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 